Hang your kisses on all my branches, please
Normally Hotaru's keen senses wouldn't have missed the approach of a predator, much less a woman, but she can understandably be forgiven for her lapse in attention given the circumstances. Ruffled and determined not to let it show for any longer than needed, Hotaru flicks the hair out of her face and extends a hand with a severe frown to both dim the flames and suck the oxygen out and away from it, extinguishing the fire instantly. The fingers of that hand curl briefly into a fist - the only sign of her irritation - before returning to her side as she spins to look at the newcomer, trying to smooth her metaphorical hackles.
"I'm alright, thank you." The woman had come from a different direction so Hotaru frankly doesn't bother asking the same question in kind. Sighing slightly as she looks down at the scattered apples (definitely not intentionally in the hopes of currying the woman's aid) Hotaru kneels and begins picking them up. "I'd forgotten how annoying flinthoppers could be. I moved away from the Grounds years ago." Whether it's conversation or just venting is unclear - one is certainly more accurate, but Hotaru loves to dabble in the multifunctional.
"I'm alright, thank you." The woman had come from a different direction so Hotaru frankly doesn't bother asking the same question in kind. Sighing slightly as she looks down at the scattered apples (definitely not intentionally in the hopes of currying the woman's aid) Hotaru kneels and begins picking them up. "I'd forgotten how annoying flinthoppers could be. I moved away from the Grounds years ago." Whether it's conversation or just venting is unclear - one is certainly more accurate, but Hotaru loves to dabble in the multifunctional.
Sink your fingers into the darkness of my fur
Valkyrie
